BIZET CARMEN English National Opera at
The Coliseum, 24 February 2001 (AW&PGW)

The current revival of Carmen went well on its first night by all
accounts, conducted by Vassily Sinaisky. We saw the alternate cast under
his assistant conductor, Brad Cohen. Opera depends for its success upon an
amalgam of all the elements, crucial components including the setting and
the audience.

For Jonathan Miller's 1995 Carmen, the huge Coliseum has reverted
to normal proscenium presentation after its successful Italian Season decked
in Lazaridis scaffolding, admired and enjoyed again earlier in the week at
a second seeing of the spectacular and moving
Nabucco,
with orchestra on stage sounding resplendent, and with chorus members processing
through the aisles amongst the audience and amazing with their vocal power,
the whole involving us as participants and far more than a gimmick.

Sally Burgess did not have the essential magnetism to rivet our attention
upon her. In Lillas Pastia's bar she was completely sidelined by the elaborately
choreographed dancing and the eroticism of the dancing couples eclipsed Carmen
as a rather perfunctory temptress - her costumes were more alluring than
her body language. [picture Bill
Rafferty]

Nor did Carmen and Don José have the chemistry between them to make
us care about their inevitable fates. There was no way this Carmen would
have bothered with David Rendall's mother-fixated, unglamorous soldier.
Nor did the Toreador match the build-up of expectation for his entrances;
Roberto Salvatori was not in good voice and his Escamillo and was
often just behind the beat, as were the other singers on stage rather often;
Brad Cohen did not seem to be able to fix and hold the singers' attention.
Carmen is an opera which relies for its full effect upon charismatic conducting,
equally as upon its principals; it is impossible to guess how different the
total experience would have been for us with the other cast and conductor.

Linda Richardson was touching and sang beautifully as Micaela, the
girl from home who never seemed to be in the right place at the right time.
The huge chorus did well in their important frame for the personal dramas,
but the world they depicted was essentially one of life on a stage in a theatre,
despite efforts at naturalism. It was comical to have them crowd in as smugglers
with their loot, urging each other increasingly loudly to keeps silent for
fear of discovery; the endless repetition of their few words bringing to
mind Handel's way in his oratorios and operas. The raucous kids brought life
to their mischievous taunting of the soldiery and in their general excitement
at the goings on in this Seville.

Although the house was full, as usual for one of the most popular of all
operas, and the audience appeared content, for us it simply did not gel.
After recent experiences at ENO and, particularly, inStuttgart, this was a disappointing and long Night at the Opera which left
us untouched and bore no comparison with our last Carmen,
WNO
at Oxford.